James McLain Poems

If she is a diamond..
She will sparkle..on you..
You boy..will glow..
she will shine...brighter..
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Frequently the wood mix pink -
More often not to wood on ground,
Hands color, of the root I, stumble on.
Winds frequent to, more the sail brought
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Sun brushed..
each canvas..a sea....
Paint holds it high..sky's..
Washed yellow eye...dawns..
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Clay hands spin in and out
the edges of the running day.
Fingers smooth the blooming
clouds thick soft cotton base.
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With age your mind turns back to cheese; thank god.
That is permanent, what is known, how some would
have the world think, like the treason they live with
inside of them selves out of self control.
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Taboos experience is hardly any differant perhaps
than yours or mine
or any other mentally ill prisoner sent to prison
in Florida or the U.S.
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No one Bible, Torah can interpret the Koran.
After all, they all are just books-men not women wrote these books,
and if they had they are delivered to you by other men
and did not just fall from the sky.
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من الظلام، وهنا كل وحدة كل هذا لكم، أنا مرة وعدت.


-هل الشعر وقد حاولت من أي وقت مضى.
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Because of it 'we' laughed as natures does so common green.
Realized it is to I became,
such implied there in her favor.
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